Mostly stares are full of noise
Static prickling round
But this was a laconic stare
It didn't make a sound
Two points of the body
From which open folds and folds
Specks expanding smaller still
Til a silence rises bold
Gold and gold more luscious gold
Secret legend never told
This should be enough
This secret silent gaze
This sonic and laconic shock
This cold remorseless blaze
It it's not then what will be?
Do I settle for the sky
Can't you hear this nothing
Streaming from my charcoal eyes?
Quiet quiet sighs
Quiet quiet sighs
These should be enough
These should be enough
These quiet quiet sighs
Between our laconic sonic eyes
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